Reseña del libro "Fountain of Inspiration (en Inglés)"
Your lips burn my flesh like the fierce and sweltering inferno of hellEnraged as is a waterfall cascading into an infinite wellAnd the slivering touch of your tongue flows like spewing lava invading every strand, every cellWhere the dam can't hold the turbulent watersThus, rupturing and releasing with collateral damage, where nothing mattersYour hands roam the thriving fields that carry a scent of freshly blooming exotic flowersThat gently rests upon the rising mountainsThe look in your eyes pierces my soulLike the deadly venomous sting of a scorpion that scavenges in the desertAnd I quiver with an agonizing pleasure full moanUnlike the prairie, the valley is mysterious and alluring way down belowWith no fear at all, you will never get lost; you know where to goYour fangs puncture my veins, and with just cause, I lose all of my sensesWith my razor-sharp talons, I tattoo your back, trying to hold on, but I am helplessMy lungs collapse, and I feel faint, completely breathlessUnhinged as I transport through each of the realms, Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire, with an undying desireLike a tornado and an earthquake colliding, repositioning all of the elementsThat gravity keeps together, but that disrupts the patterns of the unpredictable weatherThe shaking of the ground beneath my feetA magnetic pull that is stronger than anything I've ever seen.
